OOC
Minecraft Username: bluebliinx
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes!
Were you referred by someone? If so, who: EemaTidesong
Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello there! My name is Blinx. I'm a visual artist, skinmaker, and roleplayer. I've several years experience with a few different Minecraft roleplays before now as well as 2014 5E D&D.
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In-Character
Read the following prompt:
The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands.
“Nervous?”
You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes.
“I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in.
“Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?”
How do you respond (in character)?
They return her smile wearily, tilting their head away so the heavy hair framing their face obscures their eyes. Tall like a Greatling yet lithe like a Sidhe, the combination creates visual juxtaposition in every line of their body. Their voice is low and melodic, as they treat each word like it matters. "Discovery," they offer.
Nolune leans against the side of the wagon, the parchment of a damaged letter crinkling between the fingers of her right hand. "You're right. I've.. never been this far south before." Her other hand lifts, brushing gently over the pommel of a thin blade held unusually securely within a bun in her hair. It's beautiful, an heirloom gifted to her by her grandmother before she left home. A blessing all in one, and a plea to find her own way. It isn't traditional, but it's hers. "I haven't seen Mori in a long time. It's west of here on the maps, across the sea just south of the Isles. The elders used to tell me I was *too* curious for my own good—quicker to think than to fight."
A keen eye would notice they carry no real weapons. Naive, or maybe idealistic.
"I can't blame them, though," She says with a hint of a laugh, lacing through her tone alongside a hint of melancholy, "I didn't belong. I'd rather talk and write than swing a blade or string a bow. It just keeps tugging at me, the fact the Aedall vanished so completely. A rift in the survivors of the Collapse, forever. Closure rent unattainable." Her gaze drops to the letter in her hand, expression souring. Her eye twitches with a sudden disdain, "A former colleague thinks there has to be more to it. Apparently, he's decided solving their disappearance is to be his magnum opus, or whatever other delusional flight of fancy has caught him this time." She folds it up, returning it to a pocket in a bag held close to her side. "He thinks he can use me, like he did before."
She closes her eyes, "He's a fool. I'm here for myself."
[Note: Nolune's ex-colleague is planned to be another PC by the name of Nerium, played by @FadedFadBear !]
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Character Name: Nolune (last name to be decided)
Character Race: Greatling/Arsa Sidhe (Korami)
Character Age: 31
Brief Physical Description: Taller than any Arsa Sidhe yet short for a Greatling (7'1), the rest of her height is comprised of a set of assymetrical horns beginning from her temples, the right arching towards the shorter left and forming the longer of the two. The rest of her is a similar mix, her irises the reddish hue of the Sidhe alongside the slit pupils of Greatlings. Dark brown, grey-toned skin makes for an easy match to the dark colours she usually wears, desaturated browns and blues and blacks. Long, wild black hair is held back in a tight bun with the aid of blue ribbon, securing firmly a family blade used much like a hairpiece. Loose pieces curl around the down-turned, elongated points of her ears.
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